YOUR BRAINLESS WHITE TRASH

Dear 2.10,
So once again I sit in tears and nausea trying to come to grips with the reality of you. Trying to come to grips with the fact that you’ll take off a summer of weekends for your two bit adolescent white trash but on your only day off when you’ll be ten minutes away aren’t even interested in catching lunch with me. Especially after last night. After your white trash showed up at my bar and talked to you on the phone when I was two feet away. It’s almost a really bad joke that someone so stupid, so completely vapid and classless has any impact on my life and heart. I’m talking about the brainless wonder with an eating disorder and a big nose. I didn’t do anything to anyone. Why am I the one sitting in these feelings? I don’t want even a walk on role in this high school drama. Yeh I know you’re not “seeing” her, just another iron in the fire, right. I am the one who does everything under the sun for you yet Clueless got all the concessions. So I’m supposed to always be on top of the world to pull you up but where are you when I need? Oh yeh – when the going gets tough, 2.10 goes.

This is an ongoing one way street regardless of the four hour conversation you laid on me awhile back or the act you’ve performed lately, all at the disposal of your whims and schedule. Yeh, that’s me, once again the lowliest dumb ass piece of dog shit. And not a friend is going to be there for me this time; they all want to see you at the bottom of the lake. I had the blessings of no one this time around; ergo I’ll have the support of no one post re-destruction. You are the reigning champ. There was someone willing to drive down from Chicago this weekend just to have lunch with me but you, right here, can’t spare an hour on your day off. Once again, you are the champ and I am the dog shit. Oh – and I was stupid enough to turn them down.